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feat. Meek Mill, 2 Chainz, & Earlly Mac [Bridge: Big Sean] Where my real niggas that's gon' ride for me Where my fine freaks that's gon' ride for me Where my real niggas that's gon' ride for me Where my fine freaks that's gon' ride for me [Hook: Big Sean] Ain't nothing more important than the mula Ain't nothing more important than the mula Hallelujah, hallelujah, praise God, hallelujah [Verse 1: Meek Mill] Ain't nothing more important than the mula I'm with my shooter and a preacher hallelujah When they view ya fucking around Me and my niggas we come in your town Busting them bottles and fucking your bitches And when they start hating we gunning them niggas [?] fucking around, boy I get money all day And I ball hard like Tim Hardaway I can see a bad bitch from far away Let her ride this dick cause I had a hard day And my dick even harder, you whippin' the charges You put your rims on and you think that you're balling Letras de cancionesI'm whippin' a Bentley, I can't even [?] it And my shit so retarded I handicap parking like SKRRRRRR! [Hook] [Verse 2: Big Sean] I get paid to the decimal,taxing plus stacking Yo fuck federale, I smoke medicali B-I-G Sean don, Juan Perion Bitch fuck with me, I bet I make it work I oopsy-daisys on a skirt Fuck with me get a room for daisies on the dirt I prefer Brown liquor, Brown ladies, Brown Louis Vuitton Condom on 'fo I go to work, that's my uniform. Nigga I used to eat mayonnaise sandwiches By candle lit, and that’s cause the power’s out And not for romance and shit (No!) From barely managing to mansions Where ho’s call me Mr. Anderson Command a bitch, no I don’t own the pussy I just sample it I got a couple marbles missing I know Now there’s marbles all on the floor On the bathroom, kitchen and stove I got bitches on my cellular callin and confessing But I don’t reply cause thats the clearest way to send a message Paper running through my jugular I’m blowing loud, throwing thous, getting drunk You know my style And my momma say she still proud, that’s mula [Hook] [Verse 3: 2 Chainz] (2 CHAINZ) I'm winning, I don't owe a nigga shit Came in this motherfucker by myself Smoking on strong, and holding on my dick like AH My gold on, I'm the bomb,I'm talking goldmine Nigga's taking shots at me, I send em' back to their homeline And I touchdown, goalline, y'all ain't, killing, shit Shoot every nigga in your clique,I'm on one, let me jog your memory Me and Nells on a milerun, uh, shawty gonna need her drawers done Eat her pussy til' it's all gone, uh And I still ain't ever been robbed, so nigga don't try me Two niggas with guns, natural wallet That pickpocket want my I.D and I spray your zone Treat niggas like strippers and put cash on em' Got a new chomp, I need that bitch that want a tag on If you shoot me, you famous, if I shoot you, I'm brainless So I'm about to be, dumb as fuck, cause' I got blessed fools and babies When I was fifteen I was felon, When you were fifteen you were yelling Mama come get this nigga off my fucking melon [Hook] [Verse 4: Earlly Mac] [Hook x2] From Letras Mania